“Don’t burn anything off!” The words come from the other end of the room; from the bed that I hope will be warm when I arrive. No, nothing fancy; not an expensive meal prepared by a big-city chef in an elegant hotel dining room, just a cloth-covered table, two old wooden rocking chairs resting before an open hearth, and a very pleasant face hovering over what will soon be my supper (our supper)! Indian Sex Video her stern tone has returned! “Tomorrow it’s your turn!” Read 8304 times |
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Spasm after spasm! When she returns to the cabin, still wearing only a smile, I have already returned everything to it’s proper place and added a log to the now crackling fire. . . … As she slips into the cold, but gentle current, I finish my task and head back up the path to the cabin; leaving her to bathe, and to shame the timeless mountains with her beauty. (..”I wish the cabin had indoor plumbing!” ..) My “bath” completed, I slip on my shoes, grab my towel, and head back up the hill.
